TEST DRIVE FRICK YEAH

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TEST DRIVE MEME


WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

taken from ineuphony

Comments

[regimenting]

Those -- Those are all utterly ridiculous! I'm still a respected man of the military, even if our circumstances don't show it. I will not have you calling me things like...

[. . . . . . .]

"Hot... stuff."

[Thinking that is embarrassing, let alone actually saying it out loud, and the way his face flushes a bright shade of pink is probably pretty telling on its own. Stil, if Pascal called him that...

No. It doesn't matter. She'd be saying it for the novelty and not because it was what she genuinely thought of him, and he knows that isn't what he wants. No, it's just embarrassing for her to go on this way, for him especially. He doesn't need to hear any more. Besides...]

Would you stop throwing your banana peels everywhere!? Perhaps you see it fit to be a slob in your own home, but this certainly is not it, and I'll not have you making us both look completely incapable of basic human decency! [Clearly the way to deal with being flustered over her silly pet names is to change the subject completely and yell like a lunatic. Yep.]

[shotstaff]

[ you'd like it if she called you that For Serious, wouldn't you Hubert.

as a mental note, she decides to remember that "hot stuff" (or any variation thereof) is a suitable petname that would really rustle his jammies should the situation call for it. the thought almost makes Pascal grin That Grin as she nearly busies herself with thinking up some more (because she's a wife now and wives have to do this sort of thing!!!), but for now there are other matters that require her attention.

such as: why the heck is Hubby freaking out over the bananas again. okay so she dropped a couple while she was wandering the aisles: big whoop. but the last one she ate wasn't even considered litter! ]

Aww, c'mon! It's not like it landed on the floor!

[ as she points out, the banana peel she had just tossed was hanging precariously off one of the bananas at the very top of the cart: even if it were to fall, it'd still be within the cart. see? she's not all that incompetent!! ]

[regimenting]

That doesn't account for the ones left everywhere else! They left a path directly to you.

[He sighs, very heavily, dropping his face into his palm in exasperation. How can she not see that this is totally problematic? Pascal's inability to recognize these things while being intensely aware of other less pressing matters is almost impressive at times.

Maybe... Maybe if he can bring this around into a mentality she can better relate to, she'd see his point. It doesn't matter that one peel made it into the cart.]

It'll fall on you if someone were to trip on one of these! [He will not admit he was almost one of those victims.] Were someone to get injured, it would be solely you at fault, and that's unacceptable! I won't have such things!

[shotstaff]

Really?

[ and it's for the first time since she had initially left the display and had been intercepted that Pascal actually peeks around from her loot and... oh. there really is a trail of banana peels left behind, and quite a fair amount too. she was so sure that they landed on the cart like the last one, discounting the thought that most of them had simply been dropped rather than tossed, but...

it even looks like there had been some victims too: at least three of the peels — from what she can see — are squished and crumpled. it's undoubtedly Not Good if there were already victims but since no one besides Hubert had stopped her... ]

Whoa, I thought I tossed 'em all in the pile. When'd they end up on the floor?

[ she honest to goodness sounds baffled. ]

[regimenting]

Somewhere between you picking them up and tossing them, I'd imagine!

[He can't help but raise his voice, frustration rising at the situation. He can tell she means what she says, and the fact that he does have a weakness for her good intentions makes it a little more difficult to not cave completely.

Hubert knows he has to stand his ground on this one, though. Even if the bananas are free, and even if she really didn't notice... Someone has to pull in the reins, right? Though now that they were "married," that seems to take on a new meaning entirely.]

I suggest you go back and clean up the mess you've made, and that you stop eating so many damn bananas at once! Or have you forgotten the incident that occurred when you last ate too many at all once?

[Because Hubert sure as hell hasn't. Why exactly does he love her again? Even he's not sure sometimes...]